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“Where are they!?” Yelled Admiral Kik’ Ting as he looked over the quickly growing damage reports.
“They are currently climbing one of the large staircases!” Announced the brain in a jar known as Bock, “They are making a direct line for us Admiral Kik!”
“What of the Slaughterers of Green!? Have they assembled!?”
“They were one of the first groups to be killed…” The mortification in the Scorched’s voice rang through the Admiral's brain for a moment.
For a moment the Sloog had to focus himself lest he fall to the mania. He focused his building psychic might into a single point just as he was trained a great many times. He then allowed the power to fade away as he finally was able to think straight again.
“Have the Greks bury them. They are cannon fodder anyways!”
“The message has been sent, Admiral. I do advise you after this to write an apology to the Grek crewman aboard the vessel for they do not take kindly to being called ‘cannon fodder’.”
“Do not sas me.”
“I will do what I must do for the Collective. That includes tampering the aggression of an Admiral.”
“Whatever. What has happened to the Greks?”
There was a moment’s silence as the Scorched sent out a psychic wave, “They are no longer alive.”
“What?” A moment’s fear crept into the voice of the Admiral, “What of the Guardians! They can take them out!”
“They Guardians cannot fit or reach us in time!”
It was upon those words that the doors that were behind them were bashed.
“They are here! Charge your minds and weapons! I need two of you to get into the Defence Guardians now!!”
